My boys are coming very soon and it is early morning, the sun just beginning to be bright enough to give some color to the grass, everything else still shadowed black and white. Lovely-eerie.
The roosters crow.
Lon and Lis are coming in today and my house- well, there will be clean sheets and towels but my standards have slipped incredibly when it comes to tidiness and cleanliness. I merely trust they will love me, even if there is grit on the floor, even if toys are not all in their places, even if there is clutter. Just as my standards of my own appearance have slipped. I have crusting craters on my face and I can't believe that everywhere I go (and even that I dare to go anywhere!) people don't ask me what in hell happened to my face.
Only the sweet old Indian lady who works at Publix has asked me. I told her, she nodded.
Little children still smile at me and when I smile back and say, "Hello!" they wave.
That is good enough.
Early morning and no, I didn't get enough sleep but it'll do. It'll be fine. I'll show Owen and Gibson the little baby chick if her mother will let us see her. She is a protective mother, that Mrs. Baby, of her one remaining chick-child. It is a funny thing to see them scratch together in the dirt, both so determined and skilled at this activity.
Good morning from Lloyd. I think of all of us, sipping our coffee, our tea, waking up or getting ready for bed, depending on where it is on this great blue planet you live. Let us take this day to love and be loved, to tend and to be cared for. To ignore the grit on the floor if there is someone to be hugged, to be changed, to be amused, to dance in the hallway with.
Happy Friday, y'all.